As soon as they got into the hotel room, Jason pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard.
Every word he had sent to her at the club, he had meant it.
About her beauty—and about his name. But he didn't do relationships, so he was just going to f**k this beauty and move on as usual.
As her hands slid down to his buttons and his chest was revealed bit by bit, the tremor in her fingers grew worse.
At the last button, Jason took her hands away and impatiently ripped the shirt open, the buttons popping free and scattering onto the carpet.
The shirt fell to the ground, and Lena stared at the bare expanse of his chest in front of her.
Heat suffused her face.
She reached out a reverent hand and touched him, tentatively trailing her fingers over his hard, flat n*****s.
His chest surged as
